John could only remember glimpses of the battle he had the previous night. A bloody battle between him and a hydra. Perhaps he had gotten too cocky, he remembers lying on the floor, crying out in pain as he bled out. But now...

He opened his eyes slowly. The smell of flowers hit his nose immediately and he raised a brow. How was he alive after that battle? He didn't even feel any pain.

And then he saw you and he immediately knew.

A witch.

"You saved me," He rasped out. "A bloody witch."